Siber-Den
28 February 2003
Buzz
Late Thursdays make for really bad Fridays. Mix in Midori and Stoli and you've got the makings for one of heck of a hangover as well.
We just got back from a really enjoyable evening with good friends, good music, and much drink. Kev and I joined forces with John, Cathy, Terry, Alex, and Calgary native and Kev co-worker, Dan. We started the evening at Barry's Pizza and made our way over to the Firehouse to see some great music.
I must say, I needed to give Rodger Wilko a second listening to. The first time I saw them, I guess I was too eager to see the Randy Rogers Band's turn on stage. Tonight, Rodger Wilko was the main act, and they managed to blow the place away. Amazing stuff.
I love it when we're the precipitators of the encore. Our little troupe upstairs made a heck of a lot of noise after the Rodger Wilko crew said goodnight. We actually managed to get them to come back and do one more.
I think I'm too wired now to fall asleep.
It's been a long, good day. :)
[Posted at 02:07 on 02/28/03]
Finally
[Posted at 01:51 on 02/28/03]
26 February 2003
Doghouse And Then Some
They might want to think about neutering this idiot while they're at it.
[Posted at 22:50 on 02/26/03]
18 February 2003
Quality Of Life Counts For $#!+
I've been a fan of Ken Hoffman's columns since his years with The Houston Post (*sigh* I miss that Houston daily). I'm sure readers of this site and Kev's think we're exaggerating when we complain about the construction and the general decay of the city's streets. Mr. Hoffman tries to find some humor in it.
Other drivers, including me, went nuts. Lots of horns and fingers. As I sat there fuming, I turned on the radio. I heard a song played on the modern rock station. By the time I got home, it was an oldie.Mostly, though, he seems to be as angry about it as the rest of us.
[Posted at 22:23 on 02/18/03]
14 February 2003
Breathing Is A Good Thing
This little item rocks my world (and yes...I'm still working on getting a life). I bought it about a month ago to replace the model I had purchased about 15 years ago. My old one was about the size of a small microwave and as loud as a vacuum cleaner. I hate that thing. This one is silent and handheld and portable and vaporizes the medicine so well that my lungs respond INSTANTLY. I wasn't smart enough to buy it with the battery pack. I did buy one a few days ago though. Too cool.
I love the internet. For some reason, the local medical supply places refused to sell me a new nebulizer unless I had a prescription. It didn't matter that I already had a prescription for the special meds for it. Morons.
Finally. Something to take with me on trips.
[Posted at 21:08 on 02/14/03]
13 February 2003
Happy Valentine's Day (AKA Halloween)
Sometimes, I just don't know how to take Kev. He's been telling me all day today that I'm too sick to go sit in a smoky bar and watch music for four hours. I've been countering with emotional arguments such as I've been looking forward to seeing this band for two months, I won't EVER be able to see them again, I LOVE them, and they're amazing. Etc etc etc ad nauseum (poor, patient Kev). All day today, we've gone back and forth on this in email and person, never arguing or really fighting, Kev always remaining very quiet and calm and rational and loving.
(Completely off topic to my point, it's difficult to have a disagreement with someone, all the while completely knowing that my "opponent" is right about every single point he's bringing up. It's REALLY difficult when said "opponent's" position fully stems from concern for my well being. *sigh* Somehow, I can't make "I really really really want to do this" measure up to that)
So, we go get coffee, and I'm quietly insisting I'm going to go see them around 11 pm after the opening band. And Kev continues with his quiet insistence to the contrary.
Finally, I convince him just to let me go drive by the place to see how crowded it is. We pull up and there is NOBODY....ten cars at the most. We're quite confused when Kev notices the marquee and their names not on it. Upon further investigation (I went inside to ask), we find out that their bus broke down on the way down here.
*SIGH*
Do the bastards have any idea how desperately I wanted to see them tonight?
For now, I just need to get well. Honestly, the only thing keeping my lungs functioning right now is some really good meds.
At least we swung by my mom's and checked in on her. All was not lost with the evening. Kev got to have a ten minute howlfest with Galena. I'm not kidding. The two of them sat there for ten minutes and husky howled at each other. This is the man who talks to CIA dudes and discusses world politics and political philosophy. And then finds nothing wrong with sitting there and howling with my dog.
It's really hard not to love this guy.
[Posted at 23:25 on 02/13/03]
12 February 2003
Uncle!!
Well...I joked around about a fourth course of antibiotics, and now I have them. I woke up Sunday morning with a sore throat, and it's morphed into bronchitis. In three days. Got the verdict this morning. *sigh* I can't seem to catch a break...just lots of germs.
I better have some semblance of decent lung function by tomorrow evening. I AM GOING to the Great Divide's last show ever at the Firehouse (and Houston, for that matter).
I probably shouldn't follow that with "if it's the last thing I do." Not a joke.
[Posted at 20:37 on 02/12/03]
10 February 2003
Where Are Our Priorities
"The biggest problem we face in America is not terrorism. The biggest health problem we're facing is obesity," Dr. Julie Gerberding, head of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, told The Associated Press last week.Wow. I wonder if the orange alert folks know this. Why stop there? I vote for potholes.
They seem to be a pretty big problem 'round these parts anyway.
[Posted at 09:53 on 02/10/03]
09 February 2003
The Return Of Minis
The title of this article made me think of Cathy and the return of her beloved car.
Woo hoo!!! Wendy2 is back home!!
[Posted at 12:18 on 02/09/03]
06 February 2003
Compound W To The Rescue
I hate graffiti. We've been inundated with it in the Montrose lately. On my way home from work yesterday, I noticed someone(s) had painted the word "war" on neighborhood stop signs. Very clever. Stop war...nothing about stopping brutal, dictatorial, subjugating madmen hell-bent on killing thousands of us with weapons of mass destruction.
But I digress.
Anyway, I started thinking. How could I alter the graffiti to mess with the message...not so much because of the message, but because I hate graffiti (yes...adding to the graffiti probably doesn't make much sense, does it). Kev and I were chatting later on while he put gas in his Jeep, and I posed the question to him. If I ever got a wild enough streak to deface and vandalize public property, what could I put on the signs to throw a wrench in their silly little painted works? Kev suggested, after thinking about it no more than half a second, adding two little letters to the end of the word...a "t" and "s."
Kev scares me sometimes.
I really need to restrain myself.
Maybe just one little sign. :)
[Posted at 22:03 on 02/06/03]
02 February 2003
Do Dogs Have History?
One of Mr. Coren's books, "The Intelligence of Dogs," already occupies a place on our bookshelves. This article reviews his newest tome, "The Pawprints of History."
In the early years of the last century, Hachiko, an Akita with a well-developed sense of time, got into the habit of meeting his master, Professor Eisaburo Ueno, of Tokyo University, every day when he arrived from work at the Shibuya subway station. Ueno died in 1925, but Hachiko continued to meet his train every day for nine years, until he himself died, in 1934. The world's most famous Skye terrier, Greyfriars Bobby, remained by his master's grave in Edinburgh for fourteen years, until his own death, in 1872. There are dogs who have committed voluntary suttee. It goes without saying that a human being who attempted to behave in any of these ways would be urged to stop and, with some hand-wringing, be hospitalized. But dogs are permitted to love unrequited and to excess. Dogs who love too much, codependent dogs, or clingy, pathetic dogs are not reproved. Love and altruism are never pathological in a dog.
[Posted at 20:58 on 02/02/03]
01 February 2003
Columbia
We got a call at about 8:50 this morning that woke us. It was from Kev's old friend, Mr. Hutchison. He gave us the news.
I can't think of anything else to do. I put our flag out. I haven't flown it for a while.
[Posted at 11:53 on 02/01/03]
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